Happy summer everybody! And I'm sorry for taking so long, but I do have reasons. First, I really had to study for finals, because my dad knows how to bribe me too well and he used my grades this time. Second, in honor of the final installment of Harry Potter, I am rereading the entire series. I started with only 77 days until the movie opens, leaving me with about 2.5 chapters a day, which is a lot of reading now that I'm on the Order of the Phoenix. And no offense to all of you, but I'm putting HP before basically everything. And with only a month left until the epic finale (Which I am extremely excited but also dreading and want to start sobbing basically every time I think about it), I really have to step it up. Sorry if this chapter sucks, I typed it in waves and didn't look back on it at all. Please excuse and spelling/grammar mistakes as well as out of characterness. I do not own Darkest Powers.

"Tori, come on. You should be gloating that you belong with the guys more than I do. It's freaking me out that you aren't." I was trying to get Tori to come out of her room, where she had been since Kit told her, eight hours ago.

"Chloe, just go away," she said from inside. "I told you, I need time."

"Then why won't you let me bring you food or something?"

"I swear, if you don't leave I will blow a hole through the wall where your head is."

"Just trying to help," I muttered, walking back towards the stairs to Kit and Derek. I shook my head.

"It's not your fault Kit, you know that. She's been through a lot, and I think the only thing we can do is give her some space. I'll keep trying if you want, but really time to adjust seems like the only option. But when she does, don't expect big hugs for a new daddy."

"No, I know," Kit said. "I'll be lucky if she even talks to me willingly again." Derek and I both started searching for a new topic.

"So what'd you decide with Casey and Frank?" Derek finally asked. They had all had a little meeting, to talk about how "coincidental" it was that a fifth of the subjects lived in Casey's old town, about an hour ago.

"Well, turns out her dad did use to work for the Ed. Group, something in the legal branch, but left with her before they could really finish the experiment. And she was an after-birth test subject Derek, wipe that 'But that isn't possible' look off your face. (I felt like I had to explain that) Anyway, the guy seems innocent enough, he would have known who the subjects were, so it's most likely not a coincidence that that many of them are there. We'll take care of the East coast things first, then move to Illinois and pay the guy a surprise visit. Probably the only way we'll get any real information out of him."

"Great, a state even more boring than this one," Derek muttered. "Got any idea on how long it'll be 'till we leave?"

"All depends on when Tori finishes the list. Once we get that, I'd say maybe two days."

"What happens if some of the kids are up in New York?" I asked. "We can't exactly go back there."

"I don't know, we might just have to send Miles and the other kids. But…. Speaking of not being able to go back, Chloe, I think it's time you called your dad." I froze and stared at him. I'm serious, he's obviously worried, what with the half a million, and we need to get that out of the way.

"Well I kind of doubt he'd believe her if she just called him saying 'Hi Dad, I'm fine, no kidnapping here. Get rid of that pesky reward please," Derek said.

"There really isn't another choice Der," Kit said. "Even though we're low on the Cabal's hit list, they have a lot of people, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had someone hanging around him. That rules out visiting in person, and an email wouldn't do anything, it could be sent by anyone. So we're going to have to do the best we can by phone."

"What about Skype?" I asked, suddenly remembering the dozens of teleconferences my dad used to have. "I mean proof of a healthy, unkidnapped me would help convince him. Aunt Lauren too."

"Alright, that would work. Skype is pretty secure. (Is it?) But still, not many people openly talk to requests from people they aren't sure they know."

"So we call him, Chloe talks to him briefly, tells him a time to be on Skype and accept a call from her old email," Derek suggested. He looked to me. (Okay guys, I have never used Skype, so just pretend that this stuff all is correct)

"Sounds good to me," I said, looking at Kit for a final confirmation.

"Alright fine, but you take care of it, I have too much do anyway," he said tiredly, walking back downstairs. "Just use a cell phone."

I looked up at Derek and smiled excitedly.

"Alright, we'll go find someone with a phone," he said. I dragged him down the stairs, surprisingly finding no one on the second floor, and moved to the kitchen. Frank, Aunt Lauren, and Claire were all loot at a laptop.

"Please tell me you have your phone," I said to Aunt Lauren. She looked up at me, surprised.

"Yeah, strangely enough," she said, pulling it out of her pocket. "Why do you want it?"

"I'm calling Dad, Kit already said yes, and you need to come because he'll believe it if he hears your voice too." She excused herself from the other adults and followed Derek and I to a random room no one ever entered.

"I'm guessing you haven't used this since… well you know?" I asked her as I flipped open the phone.

"No, but I have checked calls, he's left several messages."

"Alright, here we go," I said, suddenly nervous as I reached my dad's number on the contacts list. Derek took my free hand and gave a reassuring (also known as cheesy) squeeze. I smiled weakly at him as I pressed the talk button.

He answered after three rings. "Lauren? Where the hell have you been? I've been trying-"

"Dad?" I choked out, already knowing it was him, and beyond relieved. He stayed silent for several seconds.

"Chloe?"

"It's me," I said, on the verge of tears now.

"Chloe, where are you? Tell me where you are right now, I'll come-"

"I kind of can't do that, Dad. No, I was never kidnapped… Not really." I figured telling him the whole story wasn't the best idea in the first place. He probably didn't even know about the whole necromancer thing. "I'll explain everything later. Right now I just need to make sure you believe me, so I'm going to give the phone to Aunt Lauren to prove it. I'm fine really." I gave the phone to her then.

"Steven?" she said. (That is his name, I checked, and it was even in one of the short stories on her website, which you really should go read) "Yes, it's me Lauren…. She's perfectly fine, better than that actually…. It's kind of a long story, which we'll explain later." I motioned to get the phone back. "Alright, here's Chloe."

"Dad, right now all I can say is that phones might not be the safest way to communicate. We're going to use Skype as a replacement. You know my old email address right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, then accept a call from it at around nine tonight alright?" That would give us about an hour to straighten out our story.

"Chloe…"

"Dad, please, this is the only way we're going to be able to talk."

"Alright, but I am getting answers."

"Yes, I promise. Bye Dad."

"Good bye Chloe." I hung up quickly so I wouldn't be tempted to say more.

"That went well," Derek said. Aunt Lauren and I just gave him a look. "What? It seemed like it did."

"Actually it kind of did, way shorter than I would have thought," I said. "Although, now we need to come up with a cover story. The whole supernatural world is probably too much for him, right?" Aunt Lauren nodded.

"One just for you or for the rest of us that were at Lyle?" Derek asked.

"Huh, good point. Well, at some point I have to go home, and when that happens I don't want just get rid of you, Simon, and Tori, so all is probably best. I'm guessing you already have some genius idea."

"Kind of…" I rolled my eyes before motioning for him to continue. "So, you were at Lyle House for a couple weeks, things seemed fine, then Liz disappears, we all get suspicious that the people running it aren't who they say they are. Then you get knocked out and locked in the crawl space, but by a nurse, where you somehow found the bodies, along with a nice collection of murder weapons. The people are obviously serial killers who only go for vulnerable messed up kids. You told Lauren, who then hatched a brilliant plan to get all of us out, but we needed to stay off the radar for a while in case they're set on murdering us all still." I just stared open-mouthed at him, and I think my aunt was doing the same.

"And I'm the one who watches too many movies," I said sarcastically. "Seriously Derek, where the hell did that come from?"

"Come on, it's more believable than the serial killer in Silence of the Lambs who went for fatter women to-"

"Okay, stop. Seen that movie, that guy was creepy. I did like Hannibal though."

"Actually, I hate to say it," Aunt Lauren said. "but I think it might actually work. I mean, it's way more believable than the whole supernatural world."

"So now I'm the only sane one?"

"No," Derek said, smiling. "You just analyze every little detail and find all the possible holes and challenge them. But honestly, no one is as criticizing as you when it comes to stuff like this, at least not your dad."

"He's right Chloe, Steven will believe it, I would even believe it."

"Fine, but if he doesn't then it's your problem."

"Then while you figure out the details, I'm going to check on Simon, make sure he's stopped hurling and his blood pressure is back to normal."

"Have fun with that," I said as he headed out the door. When Simon found out, like Tori, he went up to his room, and when Derek went up there the first time to check on him, he was leaning against the wall in his bathroom with a lovely mess in the toilet. I'm guessing from Tori having such a huge crush on him, or maybe because Kit didn't tell them all the details and he just got a really bad mental picture. Either way I don't really blame him.

So Aunt Lauren and I started planning. Derek came down a few minutes later, saying Simon was "sleeping," which I took to mean he was just avoiding his dad. He sat in with us, making suggestions and stuff, then gave a quick demonstration of how to use Skype when we realized we didn't know how to use it entirely. How he knew anything about it was a mystery.

Around 8:50, my stomach started rumbling, I hadn't even realized I was hungry.

"Have you even eaten anything since breakfast?" Derek asked, looking worried. I just mumbled an "I'm fine," which was apparently not very convincing. "Your stomach wouldn't be making noise if you were fine, and your just saying that 'cause you think you'll miss your dad. If I bring something in, will you eat it?" I started to protest but he cut me off. "I shouldn't be in here anyway, this is between you guys, plus he probably wouldn't like having some creepy random guy sitting in the background."

"You're not creepy," I said, shoving him. "Well, maybe for some people the whole wolf transformation thing might be a little weird, but in general you're not." He laughed.

"I'm still going, you're hungry and someone needs to keep certain other people from running into the room during another random lightsaber fight." That would have been Julie, Charlie, and Miles, who had proclaimed himself Darth Asian.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem." He looked torn for a couple milliseconds, then got a "screw it" look on his face and kissed me quickly before getting up. "Lauren, you want anything?"

"Uh…. Sure, whatever you're getting Chloe will be fine. Thanks Derek." She seemed completely shocked the whole time, whether it was because of the kiss or Derek talking directly to her and being unnecessarily polite I didn't know. I raised my eyebrows at her as soon as he had gone.

"What?" she said innocently, looking back at the laptop. When I continued staring, she added, "I already said he was a good guy, Chloe, I just never knew how much he actually cared about you. And then him being nice was kind of weird too."

"Alright, that I'll give you." I looked back to the time on the bottom corner of the screen. 8:57.

"Just press it Chloe, he knows all clocks are not the same."

I gulped, then slowly moved the cursor to the "call" button (Is that what it's called? Probably not, but be a nice person and pretend it is). I left-clicked.

Two hours later, I was back at Tori's door, even if it was 11.

My dad had accepted the call immediately, and it surprisingly went well. For some reason he believed our serial killer crap 100%. He agreed not to say anything about the "real" story, as well as call off the reward, saying that the housekeeper had forgotten to tell him that Aunt Lauren had taken me with her to some medical conference in the Caribbean, and there hadn't been any cell service. Yet again, I had no idea if that was a common thing in the Caribbean.

We did have to explain that picture in the paper to him though, especially when Derek showed up with food. Being the genius he was, Derek quickly explained how he and I had gotten separated from the group, and he was pissed and yelling because I hadn't given Simon back his insulin pouch and if we didn't find him soon bad things would happen. Dad didn't seem to believe that story as much as the serial killer one, which was crazy in my opinion, but it was kind of odd that a guy as intimidating as Derek would care about his brother that much. He was also smart enough to not mention anything about us being a couple, although Aunt Lauren kind of looked like she wanted to.

We ended the conversation by telling how we didn't know how long it would be until we could come back, if ever, because these "serial killers" would be really pissed and want to kill us all more for escaping. I told him that although we wouldn't be able to talk often, I would try to contact him every once and a while. Dad was never good at good-byes, much less emotional ones, so he just disconnected after saying "I'm glad you're okay, Chloe. I'll take care of everything here, talk to you later."

Anyway, back at Tori's door, I walked in without even bothering to knock this time. Kit had put a small protective charm on me, but we both were pretty sure her threats were just threats, and she had no intention of carrying them out.

"What the hell?" Tori yelled, jumping off her bed where she had been laying down on with the laptop she had borrowed from the computer room.

"You don't need to say anything," I said, walking in and closing the door. "I just came with food, my idea only." I slowly lowered the tray of macaroni I was holding onto her desk.

"Oh, thanks," she said, calming down but still standing there awkwardly.

"But, before I leave, are you sure you don't want to at least talk about it?" She sighed heavily and dropped back onto her bed.

"I really don't know why you expect me to say, Chloe," she said, head in her hands. "I just found out the guy I thought was my dad my entire life isn't, that I'm some messed up genetically altered hybrid, that I have a half-brother, and that I used to have a crush on him. Really? How would you react to all that?"

"I have absolutely no idea," I said, pulling out the desk chair and sitting down, mentally smiling and hold back the words "So you do want to talk."

"And I don't expect you to react a certain way either. Although I pretty much ruled out running up to Kit and hugging him screaming 'Daddy!'" That even got a small snort of laugh from Tori. "And I get you wanting time to think, I'm sure I would too. But just remember that we have to leave soon, and it would be best to get over most of the awkwardness around Kit and Simon before you're stuck in an RV with them for weeks." She stayed quiet for a few minutes, and I guessed that was as much as I was getting out of her now, so I got up and started walking towards the door.

"Chloe, wait," she said. I turned around and saw she was messing with her laptop again. In a few seconds, she pulled out a flash drive and tossed it to me. I, of course, dropped it. As I bent down to pick it up, she said, "It's got all the addresses for the other subjects. Can you give it to Kit, if he's still up?"

"Sure," I said. I lingered in the room for a few more seconds, then left. I quickly searched the first floor for Kit, since he was only ever there or in his room. Not finding him, I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge and went back to the second floor, where Derek and I had been enjoying alone time, and by that I mean watching pathetic Syfy channel movies. Sadly, that was apparently over.

"'Ello!" Charlie yelled, looking at me as I walked back over tko my seat next to Derek.

"Why are you even here, Charlie?"

"Well that question can be interpreted many ways. Do you mean why I'm in the room, in this house, on the planet-"

"The room dumbass," Derek said, obviously not up for dealing with Charlie.

"Name calling isn't nice," Charlie said, smiling stupidly. "And there's a Star Wars marathon on, so why are you watching some shitty rip-off version of Journey to the center of the Earth?" He made a grab for the remote, but missed, then started ranting to himself. "I really want to know who started the term 'dumbass.' I mean really, what's that about? An ass doesn't have a brain, well, unless you're talking about the other term for a donkey, but then you're just calling someone a dumb donkey, and that's just stupid. Am I the only one who thinks about these things?" He looked at me and Derek, like he was expecting an answer.

"Actually," I said, thinking back to what he had said earlier. "Why are you here, Charlie? And by here I mean the house."

"Ah, that is a long tale that I don't want to get into… unless you change the channel to Spike so we can watch Star Wars." (Spike is this channel aimed at guys that has Star Wars marathons every other weekend. And yes, I watch it, they have good movies.)

"Fine, this was giving me a headache anyway," I said, sliding the remote away from Derek and flipping down a few channels before hitting Spike. "Start talking."

"Alright then, my friends, you are about to hear the story of Charles Alexander Rupert Pace, the third." He couldn't get any farther, Derek and I were laughing too hard.

"His initials are C.A.R.P." Derek said, still laughing.

"Whoa, I never noticed that!" Charlie said, completely serious. "Yes! I'm named after a fish!"

"Who in their right mind names a kid Rupert, even as a middle name?" I asked, still laughing at his very old-English-guy name.

"Rupert is a very respectable name in Britain, thank you very much. But I thought you wanted to hear this story, so shut the hell up!" He actually yelled ha last few words which was weird for him, and Derek and I did shut up.

"Thank you, now, where to begin… You guys want to know about my childhood or just the events that led to my coming here? Nah, never mind, I couldn't begin to explain what an awesome kid I was. Anyway, back to thinking… Oh, you remember when James said my last girlfriend dumped me because of imaginary peanut butter?"

"Yup…" I said, trying not to laugh, unlike Derek, who already was.

"Well I had just begun to use my powers willingly and not just at random outbursts right before I started dating her. And by the time she rudely and unnecessarily broke up with me, my powers were still kind of emotion based. Before you say anything, I did not mope about in my room crying hysterically, I was just sort of pissed. Stayed pissed for a few weeks, and during that time she had started dating this already really annoying guy who sat behind me in a study hall. And then I just had a really shitty day. My fish died in the morning, I wound up completely flunking a maths test, and people kept standing in front of my locker, snogging obnoxiously. It was just bad, then the asshole in study hall wouldn't shut up about how his uncle is some fancy rabbi, so I got really pissed, imagined a pencil blowing up in his hand and part of it becoming imbedded in his head. Then… well his pencil blew up and got stuck in his head."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you killed a guy?" I said.

"No! A piece just got stuck in an ear. It would have been cooler if he did die, but nooo. Then my mom found out about the incident and put me on a place here, saying I needed 'proper training.'"

"She did know that you'd be sitting around watching Star Wars with no one to really teach you anything, right?" Derek asked.

"Hey, I actually did learn stuff, and Star Wars is barely ever on! There was this dude named George who was a sorcerer and was staying here and he taught me control and stuff. Then he had to go back to Canada for some legal reason and left a few weeks before you got here."

"So basically you got kicked out of the country because your mom felt you couldn't control yourself?" Derek asked. "That's all you needed to say."

"Well sorry, I thought it would interest you guys," Charlie said, turning back to the TV, where the ewoks had just shown up.

"Oh!" I said, remembering the flashdrive suddenly. I took it out and handed it to Derek. "Give this to your dad, I'll forget. Tori found all the addresses."

"Whoa, he said, taking it and slipping it in his pocket. "I wouldn't have thought she would do that stuff after… well after all that."

"Hey, at least she isn't having some destructive identity crisis or something." He gave me a lock that I had gotten used to recently. "Yeah, I know, I watch too many movies." He smiled and pulled me closer to him. We sat there and watched the movie until about halfway through the next commercial break, when Derek got up quickly.

"Be right back," he said, walking out of the room.

"Get me some Bugles!" Charlie shouted, never turning away from the TV. During the commercial where they sing about needing money in opera on a bus that Charlie was loudly humming along to, a hand suddenly clamped onto my mouth. I looked up quickly, about to start flailing, when I saw it was Derek and just gave him a weird look. He motioned me out of the room. When in the stairwell, I gave him the same look. He sighed, put his hands on my shoulder and turned me around. Simon was standing on the stairs leading up to the third floor, waving.

"What are you-" I began but was cut off when Derek's hand covered my mouth again.

"Charlie," Simon mouthed, then pretended to bang his head against the wall, which I guessed meant he really was not in the mood to talk to him. I nodded and Derek moved his hand from my mouth to my hand and pulled me down the stairs with Simon following. None of us said anything until we were safely in the deserted kitchen.

"Alright," I said, turning to Simon. "Should I even mention it?" I guessed that he would know that by "it" I meant his new family member. He did.

"I'd prefer if you didn't," he said, walking towards the fridge and pulling out whatever his eyes landed on.

"Blood-" Derek said but was cut off by Simon

"I know, I know, relax, I've got it under control." He finally closed the fridge and looked at the pile of what I hoped were sandwich ingredients. He picked up a lemon, gave it a weird look, then put it back into the fridge. "Anything of interest happen while I was up there?"

"You tell him anything?" I asked Derek, who shook his head. "Then only a few things." I filled him in on the whole Casey's dad and the weird number of subjects around him and summed up the conversation with my dad in a few sentences while Simon made his sandwich.

"You also missed a great story from Charlie," Derek said, actually smiling. "His initials are C.A.R.P. and he impaled a guy's ear with magic."

"Damn, that actually sounds worthwhile," Simon said, stuffing about a third of his monster sandwich into his mouth. After chewing he said something that shocked both Derek and me. "How's Tori?"

"Uh… What?" I asked, not sure if he was serious of not.

"How is she? I mean, this has got to be weirder for her than me. She's found out several seriously bad things. And I'm not asking because I have some special brotherly feelings for her. I just know she's freaked out and I would really like to know if any explosions are coming." I looked at Derek, who already gotten back his normal countenance.

"She's actually a lot better than I would have expected. Freaked out, yes, but she's not bawling in a corner or throwing things across the room. Sure, she threatened to blow my head off if I didn't stop trying to talk to her earlier but last time I was in there she was fine. She still hasn't really figured out how to react yet. And Simon, don't talk to her or even acknowledge her presence until she talks to you first, you'll probably make it worse otherwise."

He nodded seriously through another bit of sandwich. No one said anything for a minute or two while Simon finished eating. Once done, he got up and moved to the sink, passing a stool and bumping his leg against it.

"Ow, ow, ow!" he cried, hopping on the other leg the rest of the way to the way to the sink. I couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, you barely touched it," I said. Simon glared at me.

"Previous injury," he said, dropping his plate in the sink. "I was practicing a knock-back spell on a chair and it turned into a fly-towards-Simon-and-stab-him-in-the-leg spell. Although I guess it can be useful if I jump out of the way fast enough." He hobbled back to the table and sat across from me, next to Derek.

"So that was all the banging I heard for the past few hours?" Derek asked, sounding amused.

"No! Well my attempts at spells, the chair only came at me once. And I've actually gotten pretty good at some of them." He demonstrated by making an orange fly across the room into Derek's hand.

"Not bad," Derek said, tossing the orange back at Simon who started peeling it.

"I still can't manipulate stuff, just levitate and move it around. And I have to be looking at it. I've pretty much perfected some of the lamer spells Dad first taught me, and despite the chair incident, I've actually gotten a lot better at knock-backs, put a hole- Who the hell it that?" We stayed silent for a couple seconds and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Crap, that better not be Tori of Dad! Uhh… I'll be in here." Simon jumped up, winced at the pain in his leg, then hopped into the pantry. "Cover for me!"

"Derek and I looked at each other, both trying to think of something. After a few seconds, we both held out our hands at the exact same time and said, "Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot." I went for rock, Derek held out paper. He wrapped his hand around mine.

"That's not a real win," came a voice from behind up. Turning around, we saw Casey walking into the room. "There is no possible way a piece of paper can beat a rock at anything. Rock is the obvious winner any way you look at it. Unless paper has some destroying power that initiates when it wraps around stuff. That's pretty damn terrifying if you think of it though."

"Simon, you can come out, unless you want to avoid being annoyed and confused," Derek said.

"Ha! My logic is too complicated for the college level kid to understand! I feel special. And he's in the pantry, isn't he?" Derek and I nodded. "Okay, Simon, don' open the door, I'll get it! You guys might want to move." Derek and I were both in between her and the door, still sitting at the table, but we moved quickly. Usually Casey just acted without warning, so when she actually gave one, it was a good idea to listen.

"She scrunched her eyes shut hard in concentration, took a deep breath, then… was opening the pantry with a triumphant look on her face.

"You weren't kidding," Derek said, looking from where she was now and then back to her starting spot.

"Of course not," she said, stepping away to let Simon out. J "Sadly though, right now that's the farthest I can really go. Without projecting first anyway, but teleporting while in astral form is really hard, and I need to kick something hard."

"Why is the kick necessary?" I asked. Casey shrugged before grabbing a random bag from the pantry.

"Any of you want to play Risk?" she asked, hopping onto the counter and opening the bag. "I tried to get James to play, but he was already in bed, saying his allergies were acting up and- Ahh, flavor blasted!" She spit out the goldfish she had put in her mouth and quickly switched the flavor blasted bag for regular cheddar, then stuffed a heaping handful into her mouth. "Who likes that stuff anyway?"

"I like flavor blasted," I mumbled defensively, and got a glare from Casey.

"Well for future reference they go on the other side of the pantry." She still hadn't swallowed the goldfish.

"Why do you want to play Risk when it's almost midnight anyway?" Simon asked. "It takes hours if not weeks."

"I'm bored and have a sudden urge to play Risk, time doesn't matter to me. So… you want to play or not?"

"No," we all said in unison. Simon continued to look at her though.

"Can I use you as a human guinea pig for my knock back spell?" he asked. She started smiling.

"Yeah! That sounds awesome, but outside would probably be a better place, Claire gets pissed if I wake her up in the middle of the night." She then walked out of the room and turned towards the back door.

"I didn't think she'd actually say yes," Simon said, sounding pleased anyway though as he got up and followed her. I looked at Derek, who was also looking happy.

"This I want to see," he said, standing up and moving towards the door, with me trailing close behind him. They were already out in the grass by the time we got out. Simon was smiling like an idiot.

"If this works, you know you'll be falling on your ass right?" he said, backing farther away from Casey.

"Shaman here, I can heal instantly if I want to," Casey said, readying herself.

"Okay… Ready?" She nodded. "Three, two, one." Simon flicked his hand and muttered something, and Casey went flying back about ten feet.

"Okay, not bad, but I've seen better," she said, not even wincing although she landed hard exactly as Simon said, on her ass. "I got flown about ten feet in the air and thirty feet back by George, and he even aimed it so I landed on the trampoline. Now that was awesome. But you want another go?"

"Sure," Simon said, obviously upset that that George guy did something way better than he did. They went back to their original positions, Simon started another count-down, did his spell… but Casey was on the other side of him, smiling.

"Thought I'd make it more difficult, and funner."

"Funner's not a word," Simon said before quickly doing his spell again, but Casey dodged it again and landed on the stairs of the patio, where Derek and I were sitting.

"That was clever," she said, laughing. "But I watch too many movies and know a distraction when I see one. Now try to hit me with any spell you got, knock back's aren't very exciting."

Derek and I sat on the steps for about an hour, having a great time watching Simon throw everything he had at Casey, who teleported out of his way almost every time and threw back insults and taunts. Simon finally got her with a levitation spell, that she actually got out of, but her shirt was left dangling six feet in the air. Luckily for her, she had a tank top on under it, but was still pissed. She tried a couple times to teleport up to it, but she could never make it that high and decided to just continue to taunt Simon about how he couldn't do two spells at once until she got bored and went inside. Knowing that it was already past one, the rest of us followed her in and went to bed.

Soooo not worth the wait, I know. And since I started this chapter so long ago and just want to post this quickly, I don't have much to say. Just a question. What other kind of spells should Simon be able to do, because I don't remember any others really being mentioned, and if I don't know any, I'll just wind up using Harry Potter spells, has Simon has already said he can't do anything like them. Yeah… don't remember anything else. So bye, and I have no idea when I'll be able to update again, but hopefully it will be quicker than it took to do this one.